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I've wandered all over this countryProspecting and digging for goldI've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradledAnd I have been frequently soldAnd I have been frequently soldAnd I have been frequently soldI've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradledAnd I have been frequently sold

For one who gets riches from miningPerceiving that others grow poorI made up my mind to try farmingThe only pursuit that is sureThe only pursuit that is sureThe only pursuit that is sureI made up my mind to try farmingThe only pursuit that is sure

I put all my stuff in a blanket,I've trow'd all my tools on the groundDecided one morning to shank itFor a country they call Puget SoundA country they call Puget SoundA country they call Puget SoundDecided one morning to shank itFor a country they call Puget Sound

No longer the slave of ambitionI laugh at the world and it's shamsAnd considered my pleasant conditionSurrounded by acres of clamsSurrounded by acres of clamsSurrounded by acres of clamsConsidered my pleasant conditionSurrounded by acres of clams